One Man's thoughts, rants, and mumblings on family, life, and baseball.

Sunday, January 18, 2009

We are made for TV

Sometime during the 4th quarter of the Cardinals/Eagles game, Ang was trying to tell me something about somebody that has some sort of problem (honestly? I couldn't tell you who. I actually wasn't listening). Meanwhile, Trot is on top of the bar trying to put a toy Batman in the light fixture while Rakes was running around humming the theme song from "Indiana Jones" at the top of his lungs.

Angie, clearly frustrated by her failure to communicate this bit of news to me over the din of the equivalent of the Space Shuttle re-entering the earth's atmosphere walked off and muttered under her breath "I can't even have a conversation with you" as she left.

Ciera, who I had previously thought was in her room at the time, shouted downstairs the following:

"Now you know how I feel!"

THIS is why I'm fairly confident Calgon is filming it's next commercial in my living room.